"Confidence...thrives on honesty, on honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection and unselfish performance. Without them, it cannot live."

-Franklin D. Roosevelt

"We're getting heavy fire on the starboard side!"

"Forward all unused power to the Starboard guns! Increase port side shielding! Where's the captain for Christ's sake?"

"They're within our radar; they will be docking within 3 minutes."

"Excellent! Until then; put all unused engine power to our forward shielding and send more Tri-Fighters out! We have to keep the General safe until he arrives!"

"Ma'am; we still have hundreds of vultures on the hull of the ship, why not send them out to fight?" a white probe wearing a make-shift commander's cloak got out of her seat, her blue eyes almost seemed to be shouting.

"Absolutely not! Those Vultures are what is keeping the damned V-Wings off us; we'll only send them out if it's needed for an escape. Understand Maggot?"

"Y-yes Miss Probe." the lowly battle droid said nervously as it got back to work. Eve put her hand to her smooth head: war was stressful.

Her captor and soul mate was General Grievous; the most feared army commander in the galaxy and right now was on a transporter ship taking him back after he was sent down to the surface of this planet where literally; the ENTIRE planet was one city! She wondered how many street blocks would be on that planet- what was it called again? Florissant? Korn and Ants? Jerry Lewis? It didn't matter to her; she had a huge responsibility Grievous put on her; SHE was made temporary Captain of the Malevolence. No joke. Grievous even put his own spare cloak on her to indicate this to all the shipmates. He told her that because he would be on the surface of planet Co-whatchyamacallit kidnapping some leader of the Republic or something like that, she would have to keep any Republic battleships away from the Malevolence. It was a lot of responsibility put on her but Grievous held her hand and comfortingly told her that if she could keep the ship safe, he would have a surprise for her after the battle. What this "surprise" was, he didn't explain but he promised that she would love this surprise. So, she barked order after order within an hour after Grievous left; each order, she began to really feel Grievousy by the moment and she loved the feeling of power in her hand to command all these troops. But she also had her orders so she put her World Domination dreams aside to keep the ship in one piece for Grievous to arrive. But in the meantime, she was calling literally everyone onboard a 'maggot', why? She didn't know but she felt empowered that she deserved to have the right to yell out that.

"Captain! The General has made it inside the hanger."

"What? I'm going to him. Continue your focus on the starboard side, the Jedi will, without a doubt, send out a rescue force and they'll be heavily armed. Take them out but keep those Goddamned shields up! Do I make myself clear Maggot?" she barked at the top of her voices, literally drowning out all the sounds the ship was making to a nervous Elite droid.

"Y-Yes ma'am!" She quickly got up and made her way to the hanger area within 3 minutes, she flew to the transport ship as a wrinkly guy was taken out by the droids, he looked terrified of his situation; she didn't give a hoot in hell about him, it was Grievous she wanted. Grievous lumbered out, clutching his torso and coughing horribly; Eve gasped in horror.

"General!" she rushed over and took his arm and helped him out, once he was in the light, her eyes widened with shock upon seeing that his torso had nearly been crushed, this almost punctured his organs but he was still up and going.

"Grievous…what happened?" she asked concerned. He managed to get over a coughing fit he was going through as he managed to look at her with his yellow eyes.

"I was about to enter the ship when a Jedi slime came out of nowhere and he force crushed my torso…" His voice came out even weaker and hoarser than his usual voice. He coughed a bit more but he still tried his best to remain strong despite the pain he was in currently. "Take the Chancellor to Count Dooku! He will hold onto him until we escape orbit!"

"yes sir!" chirped the three droids, OH and RLY, also joined by another technician droid but was given a gun for this battle to keep the Chancellor from getting any ideas of running away.

His name was YA 087, he was identified by being the only droid that had blue markings instead of the usual red or yellow most of the droids on the ship had. As the three battle droids took the prisoner to the hallway to the elevator, YA turned and saw the female probe put her hands on the sides of the General's head and they seemed to look into each other's eyes caringly. He didn't see what happened next as the doors slid shut as he walked through the hall keeping that in his head but pondered it. It wasn't until the three droids dropped off the prisoner with Count Dooku did YA finally feel the urge to say something to OH and RLY.

"Uhm, did you guys see that back there?"

"See what?" OH chirped.

"Well, I could've sworn I saw the female robot put her hands on the sides of the General's head as if they, well, liked each other…" OH and RLY turned and stared at YA before they looked at each other. "But that's just crazy, maybe it was just a glitch with my vision sensors." OH and RLY eventually looked back at YA.

"Uhm…we…we actually doubt that…" RLY said, OH nudged him and showed his hand, RLY then remembered and he tried to look like he didn't say anything but it was too late.

"Huh? What do you mean?" YA asked curiously. OH tried to deny that they knew anything but YA pressured them until they had no choice but to break their vow of silence.

"Okay…we'll tell you, but you have to SWEAR by your programming that you will NOT tell ANYONE what we know. Okay?" OH said; YA nodded his head eagerly. But before OH could say anything, the elevator doors opened and there stood Grievous and the probe. A sharp feeling of awkwardness and fear struck them. RLY noticed that Grievous and the blue-eyed probe were holding hands but he then turned his head back up to Grievous' head. The General was now hunched over and coughing less, presumably to get him over his coughing fits he had developed recently, hunching over must have been his only way to avoid long coughing for long amounts of time.

"You three, maggots!" the Eve probe barked out to them. The three stood up straight. "Get out! The General has been injured and he needs this elevator! The less weight is in it, the faster we'll move, now go!"

"Yes ma'am!" they sounded off they quickly got out of the elevator and ran off but hid up against a wall away from the corner. YA peeked around the corner to see that as the General and the probe had gotten into the elevator, just before the doors closed, their faces suddenly came together in a passionate way but the elevator doors closed before YA could see anything else. YA turned his head back and looked at the other two droids near him.

"Now I know my vision wasn't deceiving me. I could've sworn I saw the kis-"

"SHH!" OH and RLY said, they waved their hands and made him follow them to a quiet place for them to talk privately.

General Grievous walked out of the elevator first while Eve followed behind him and his Magnum guards, he walked in and analyzed, coughing along the way. Eve stayed back since Grievous asked her too, he rejected going to the hospital ward since he said it was imperative that they got out of orbit of this planet called 'Cor-ru-scant?' Whatever, they were getting out of here. He talked to the other droids, they called out alerting him of intruders that made it onboard, Grievous ordered that they just prepare to leave orbit. After all that, he finally returned to Eve, put his hands on her sides and he looked into her eyes.

"Grievous…what's going on?" she finally asked quietly so the others wouldn't hear them.

"Eve, listen. I want you to pack your things and meet me in escape pod #1. Do you hear me? Escape Pod #1." He said quietly.

"Escape pod #one- Grievous, I don't' understand. What's going on?" Eve said concerned and confused. He put his hand on the side of her 'cheek' while they shared a quiet tender moment between each other.

"Please Eve…"

"This isn't another one of your plans to get rid of me so you can give yourself up to the enemy, is it?"

"Oh no, of course not. I actually thought this one up long after I received orders to begin this invasion. Just pack your things and head to Escape Pod #1. Call me via the transmitter on the escape pod and I'll come two you within 5 to 10 minutes." He replied even more quietly; Eve's eyes widened when realization came over her. Before she could protest, he took his hand away and pushed her into the direction of the elevator before he pushed the button and as the elevator doors closed, there was look in his eyes that she never saw before in Grievous. Perhaps it was because of the injury he suffered but he actually seemed TIRED in those eyes. Either way, the elevator made its way down with a concerned Eve, worried about Grievous. He was planning to desert the Confederacy with her. She knew that would be suicide; it's not easy to hide the most feared and powerful general in the entire galaxy; besides, what kind of life would that be? Going on the run for the rest of their lives? Or perhaps they might find a way for Eve to return to her original galaxy and Grievous might come along. The more she began to imagine a life back home with her sisters with Grievous; the most she found favoring the idea of desertion.

Eventually, the elevator doors opened and she made her way to her room. As she moved and made several turns, she suddenly froze in her tracks. In the corridor in front of her, she saw two people, one dressed in a brown bathrobe, the other, in a black bathrobe but this person had a really bad haircut. She couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl but from the outfit, she deemed it was a guy. It was just two guys, since the other guy with the brown bathrobe had a bushy beard; but she could tell, these two guys were Jedi. She quickly hid around the corner before they noticed her, but she carefully peeked around the corner to see them, they were speaking into some communicator, she didn't know what they were saying but she knew that this couldn't be good. She backed away from that corner for a bit as she pulled out her own private communicator Grievous gave her in case of emergencies. Well, this was an emergency.

"Grievous? Hello Grievous? Can you hear me?" she spoke quietly into the device so the Jedi couldn't hear her.

"Eve? What is it? What's wrong?" he cried out on the communicator, luckily she had the volume on it down.

"I was on my way to my room; I'm on Sector 12. There are two Jedi here." She replied quietly, looking over her shoulder to make sure they weren't behind her. She turned her attention back to the communicator. "I think they're here for that political guy you captured."

"I'll be damned; I shouldn't be surprised, Dooku predicted this. They must be heading for the elevators. Thank you Eve, I'll send drodiekas down there at once. Have they spotted you?" Grievous replied. Eve carefully looked around the corner and the Jedi went down the corridor. She knew that was the long way to the elevators, for she had come from the shortcut from the elevators to the hallway corridor that her room was located.

"They went down Corridor E; by the time they find the elevators, the droide- droidek- the destroyers should find them." She spoke quietly. She never could say droideka right, so she always called them destroyers.

"Good, good- ah, we have the Jedi on screen now. Anyways, please hurry Eve. Get your things and meet me at-"

"Escape pod #1; I know, I know. I'll meet you there Grievous…" she hung up and she carefully looked out the hall.

No one there.

She then carefully hovered to the corridor where her room was and carefully closed the door. She looked around at her room; there was so much about her room that brought her memories of before. A laser sword(or a Lightsaber as Grievous called it) that was given to her that they trained with until she surpassed even his skill level, the still growing flower that Grievous managed to recover from the planet that Eve was attacked by hideous creatures but Grievous rescued her. This entire room gave her memories, but she still had a time limit; she quickly tore out the bed sheet and used it as a make-shift carrying bag as she put her prized memorabilia into the bag. Once she put in whatever she prized dearly, she hung it over her "shoulder" and she gave one last look at the room as if knowing this could be the last time she see it. Before she could leave, the wall of the room exploded as the air was suddenly being sucked out; she tried to grab a hold of the door but the air had already sucked her out and she began spinning around in space with all the explosions and things being blasted. Her bag came apart as her things began floating away. She saw her lightsaber float past her head so she grabbed that as she watched for a moment her items of memorabilia float on. Suddenly a V-Wing flew by so she acted limp as if she was just some debris that was floating after the blast.

It worked, the V-Wing flew off and continued with whatever it was doing. She 'grinned' as she quickly flew off towards the escape pods. To her shock, she saw the ship was starting to fall towards to planet's surface.

"Grievous!" she yelled out into space, she flew towards the falling Malevolence, thinking "what could I hope to do in THIS situation?" to her luck, the flaps opened and the emergency boosters were fired. It didn't take long before the ship was finally straight again and flying.

But before she could give out a sigh of relief, some lasers began firing past her, she quickly turned and saw who was firing.

"Damn Republic slime…" she thought to herself, she then activated her lightsaber as she came towards the V-Wings and she caught them all off guard as they tried to maneuver around her but all that did was allow her to cut the wings of their ships off. They flew off spinning before they eventually exploded, one ship tried to fly off but Eve pulled out her gun and blasted it before it could report her. With that done, she quickly turned off her lightsaber and flew off to the escape pods. But then, suddenly, the ship came under fire from a Republic ship that flew close

Once she got inside the escape pod, she pulled out her communicator and spoke into it.

"Grievous? Grievous are you there? I'm inside Escape Pod #1. Are you all right? The ship almost went plummeting into the planet."

"Yes, yes I'm fine Eve…" Grievous wheezed. He truly did not sound fine; he sounded like the wind had just been knocked out of him. "We captured the Jedi slime; stupid idiots. They're being brought up to the bridge."

"Grievous; if Jedi are as smart as you told me; you know they'll just use the chance to escape."

"I know. Don't worry; it's only adding more to my plan. I must go; they're here. I'll see you in about, say 5 minutes…" he, however, forgot to turn off the communicator as Eve heard everything that was going on.

"Ah yes, the Negotiator: General Kenobi; we've been waiting for you. That wasn't much of a rescue." Grievous voice called out on the communicator, his voice sounded distant, but she could still hear everything that was going on. She heard a droid speak out 'you're welcome' why, she didn't know but she couldn't ask. She kept absolutely quiet so she could hear him; she smiled a bit hearing Grievous, despite being injured and wheezy, was still being his usually badass Grievousy self. "And cough* cough*Anakin Skywalker. I was expecting someone with your reputation to be a little…older…" he made a weak chuckle but then another voice she didn't recognize came out on the communicator.

"General Grievous; you're shorter than I expected." There came a pause before Grievous finally replied.

"Cough* cough* Jedi scum…" Soon, another voice came out from her communicator that she didn't recognize but she could tell the voice sounded annoyed.

"We've a job to do Anakin, try not to upset him." The two voices she didn't recognize must have been captured Jedi, or so she presumed; she would have loved to ask Grievous but she decided to stay quiet.

"Your lightsabers will make a fine addition to my collection." She heard Grievous say.

"Not this time, and THIS time, you won't escape."

"R2!" cried out a voice as talking was replaced by loud noises and she heard the hum of laser swords, robotic yelling and things being sliced.

"Crush them! Make them suffer!" she heard Grievous call out.

"Grievous!" she called out, she doubted that he heard her due to the noise.

"Stay at your stations! Don't bother with them! Keep the ship in orbit!" she heard him call out. She heard what sounded like him jumping and then picking up what sounded like a million wasps buzzing and two lightsabers humming; the anticipation and excitement was just breathtaking for Eve; but it would've been more exciting to see it than to hear it.

"You lose General Kenobi!"The noise continued until finally, Grievous said something Eve didn't understand but she heard grass cracking and then air being sucked out.

"Grievous! Grievous! Do you read me? GRIEVOUS!" she cried out. No response. "No…please God, no…" she dropped the communicator and put her hands to her visor. Was this the end of her one and only love in her life?

But within a few minutes, the door to the escape pod opened and in walked Grievous, looking proud of himself.

"Grievous!" she called out, she rushed over to put her arms around him, he gently patted her and closed to door, chuckling diabolically as he sat down, she sat down opposite of him.

"Time to abandon ship." He said to himself as he pushed several bright yellow buttons. She felt a violent push as she saw out the window that they were moving.

"So, you think there's some kind of relationship going on with the General and that robot?" YA asked curiously, still taking in everything that OH and RLY had noticed about Grievous.

"Yes. Without a doubt, this only happened because that probe came in. She must have done something to mess around with his head-"suddenly, they were thrown against the door of the escape pod as the escape pod went off. The three droids didn't want anyone to eavesdrop on their conversation so they chose to hide in one of the escape pods. Unexpectedly, the escape pod they were in had been jettisoned, with them still in it.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know!"

"I think we just got launched!"

"Yeah, no rust up in that one! Dumb Bucket!" Unexpectedly, their escape pod began spinning as it knocked into something, whatever it was, it straightened the escape pod and they were being drawn into the Trade Federation Starship.

It took a while but after getting hit with, whatever it was that hit them, Grievous managed to straighten out the escape pod as he looked out the only window, he saw that they were heading away from the Trade Federation Starship and out into deep space, far away from the continuing battle. Grievous sat back down, wheezing and coughing; Eve hovered over to him and put her arms around his arm. She felt his long, skinny and nimble hand touch the side of her face as it moved down to the bottom of her 'chin', he carefully lifted her head up as they both looked into their eyes adoringly before they finally leaned their head forward and their faces stayed connected for at least a long yet passionate moment before Grievous eventually had to break away to deal with a wet cough that was building up. When he got over it, he turned back to Eve.

"Well, we're on the run now…" he wheezed. Eve rested her head on his arm while his other hand rested on her torso.

"I'm so sorry about the ship, Grievous…I know it meant a lot to you…" she said comfortingly, he only coughed.

"It's just a ship. I had a lot of great adventures with the Malevolence; so many assaults on the unexpecting Jedi…but she at least went out with honor…" he kept quiet for a moment as he gently moved his hand up and down on Eve's side as Eve moved her hand up and down Grievous' arm.

"The Jedi are probably still alive…and they got your prisoner…" she added.

"I don't care. They weren't part of my original plan but they definitely unintentionally helped me…Dooku is dead." Eve lifted her head as she looked up at Grievous.

"He- He's dead? Oh Grievous, I'm so sorry…" Grievous took his hand off Eve's torso ash he stroked her 'chin' and looked her directly in the eye.

"He trained me, he was like a fatherly figure to me but…I'm not even sad…he wanted to take you away…I didn't want that, that's why I planned to run away with you…but with him dead, I feel more secure with the idea of running away from this war with you…it'll be just you and me, Eve…" he said as it was followed by another wet cough but that passed.

"Oh Grievous…" she moved herself up towards Grievous' head, her arms moved to his shoulders while she pressed her face close to his in a passionate way, his hand moved and rested on the back of her head. They continued to make out like this for a while before Eve eventually broke their romantic moment as she rested her forehead on Grievous' forehead. She looked into those reptilian-like yellow eyes while they stared back into her blue pixilated eyes.

"So…you said you had a 'surprise' for me? Was running away the surprise?" she spoke quietly.

"Actually…no…" he said. His other hand moved up to her back as he stroked it caringly. "See, I recently had a…attachment after our last "conversation"…" instantly, Eve's visor brightened pink; they were once talked about going "a step further" in their relationship, he naturally refused that before when she brought it up. But now, was he actually…

"D-do you mean it?" she asked sheepishly, Grievous nodded. A rather dirty notion came into Eve's head as she looked seductively into Grievous yellow eyes. "You wanna 'try it' out? Right here? No one's around at all to bother us…" she said seductively as removed Grievous' cape and it fell to the floor. Grievous' hand on her back moved to her side as he looked into her seductive eyes.

"I wondered when you'd say that…" he replied seductively as Eve put her arms around his neck, they took to the floor with Eve whispering into Grievous' "ear" "Take me, big boy…"

He obliged.

Right down the line it's been you and me

And loving a music man

ain't always what it's supposed to be

Girl

you stand by me

I'm forever yours

faithfully…

-Journe